[ Iorveth hasn't forgotten that Astarion has spent a good part of his two hundred years in Baldur's Gate's many, many taverns, but it's a different thing altogether to see how Astarion navigates them all; it's a bit of a relief, really, that they find one that hasn't been somewhat tarnished by the past.
Looking the facade of the place up and down: ] It seems as good a place as any. [ He doesn't recognize the stone figure greeting them, but he figures that he doesn't have to be able to identify the theme of a place to have a drink in it.
Letting go of Astarion's arm, he takes a step back and gestures theatrically to the door. ]
After you, milord.
[ Dry sarcasm, offset by a quirk of his scarred lips. He pushes the door open with a palm (getting hit in the face with the floral scent that permeates the entirety of the establishment in the process), and bows his head in mock deference to allow Astarion the luxury of stepping in first. To a casual onlooker, they're the very picture of a high-born high elf waited on by a wood elf that looks to be a bodyguard or a right-hand man. ]
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Looking the facade of the place up and down: ] It seems as good a place as any. [ He doesn't recognize the stone figure greeting them, but he figures that he doesn't have to be able to identify the theme of a place to have a drink in it.
Letting go of Astarion's arm, he takes a step back and gestures theatrically to the door. ]
After you, milord.
[ Dry sarcasm, offset by a quirk of his scarred lips. He pushes the door open with a palm (getting hit in the face with the floral scent that permeates the entirety of the establishment in the process), and bows his head in mock deference to allow Astarion the luxury of stepping in first. To a casual onlooker, they're the very picture of a high-born high elf waited on by a wood elf that looks to be a bodyguard or a right-hand man. ]